non-lucid

I'm in some sort of place of education. I realize that, unfortunately, I am back in high school. I'm having a hard time grappling with the premise of the dream, but I am relatively sure that there was some sort of agent woman following me around. She's really beautiful dressed in all black, a tight form fitting black outfit with aviator sunglasses.

I'm on a crowded street by the institution. I can feel her in the distance behind me, scanning and clinging to my every move. I see a trolly car, like the ones in San Francisco. Except, this one was brown instead of red - full of plastic people in business suits, sporadically placed people who didn't belong in the mesh of them all.



She finds me. I realize that she is not an agent at all, she is Liz.

We're in an old study of sorts. I'm holding a gun, as are several other people in the room. There is a man, he has a broad smile and a gun pointed to my face. He pushes me inside another study, we're alone now. We start firing shots at each other, but the bullets are so small that our skin just absorbs them. At this point, we're almost having a good time shooting each other. My gun runs out of bullets and I ask for another gun. I point and shoot, only this one is met with an explosion of blood. I scream and run to the man. He is wrapped in thick spider webs that almost form a cocoon in a spiral pattern around his body. I realize that he is Donald. "I'm your boy," he says, as the blood seeps into my hands and his body begins to fall apart in the pattern of the spider webs.

Two Donalds walk in the room and tell me not to worry because there are many of them, and I'll always have one. I'm too upset to comprehend this, and tell them that it doesn't matter, that I can't let any Donalds die.

Yet another one of the old dreams I found... probably from 2006. I remember writing this at my old friend Rachel's house after a sleepover. It was written in a language that me and one of my other friends made up so it took me awhile to translate this haha..


It was the biggest roller coaster in the park. I didn't get it's name though. I was scared to go on it but my friends dragged me on. We started to get inside the coaster. My friends seat had a broken handle so she sat somewhere else. that made me kind of nervous, but I stayed on. We started rolling down the tracks. It didn't seem as scary as I thought it would. All of a sudden, my roller coaster car just soft of zoomed off the track. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. I was falling. The next thing I know, I'm on the ground with news people and cameras all around me. Then I just had to wake up.

This is another old dream that I found in a folder somewhere. It didn't have a date on it, but I'm guessing it was from my first year of middle school in 7th grade because it mentions a teacher from that grade.


I was on a 1 week camping trip. The same counselors that were in camp in real life were there, and also some of my teachers, like Mr. Jorgensen and Ms. Weise. But for some reason, the camp was so high up in the air that everyone had to wear harnesses. Anyway, camp was really fun. I don't remember all the games we played there though. Camp went by really fast. On the last day, we all ate fudge sundays and just hung around. Until.. Somebody decided to bring out the big red ball and pass it around by the edge of the camp. Mr Jorgensen was talking to other people by him and he was standing next to the edge, and he wasn't wearing a harness. Anyway, the ball came to me but it slipped out of my hands and started rolling towards Mr. Jorgensen. He tried to catch the ball but it started rolling off the edge. Mr Jorgensen reached to grab it, but the he fell. He just fell. Sarah, one of the counselors, jumped after him with a parachute, but she was too late. Everyone rushed down off camp and watched. there was Sarah, standing in the water, searching for the body of Mr. J. I was in shock. I was too scared to look in the water, so I went back up to camp. I felt really bad for Mr. J, but no one else seemed to care. I knew he would be on the news the next day. But, I woke up and didn't feel like going back to sleep and continuing my dream.

I am in a hotel room with some friends from high-school. We all at first greet one another and sit around the nice bar in the hotel room. We then decide we are hungry and head down to the cafeteria. All of a sudden, I am wearing a green sleeveless water suit. I see a lot of people in the cafeteria eying me because of the odd outfit, but I shrug it off. I continue to walk around the cafeteria and find some girls from my high-school, and one of them begs be to meet their dad. So, I follow them and proceed to meet up with their dad. Dream is a bit fuzzy after that...

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This blonde haired guy is driving me to his house somewhere in the suburbs, and now that I think of it, the man looked a lot like Keith Barry (the magician/mentalist). He took me to his house and I was forced to follow him around, I forget exactly what he was trying to train me to do.

Fast-forward: I am going back to Keith Barry's house, however I am rollerblading for some reason and it is poring rain outside on the way there. Keith then meets me outside of his house and urges me to get in his car. Dream ends.

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Warning: can be considered to be disturbing

I am traveling with a bunch of family members, friends, and famous people to a vacation spot on the beach to relax and have fun. We are all taking these white vans. When we get to our destination, however, it is far from any beach, and North Korean officers (at least it seemed like North Korean) snatched us by our hands and bound us so we couldn't struggle. We are forced up a hill, and on top of the hill, they force all of us to go through torturous exercises. While changing exercises, I remember glancing over at medicine bottles and gold bond on a rack in the middle of the hill we were forced to perform torturous exercises. On the bottles, I was trying to make out the date of them for some reason, but they seemed too far away. I glimpsed at what looked like an 8 on one of them, so I concluded it was the 8th (of whatever). At the end of the torture, the placed me bound on my knees with a gun pointed at my head. They then asked me what the date was on the medicine in the middle of the hill, and if I got it wrong I would be killed.

"It's the 8th!" I said, as I felt an unnatural sweat covering my body like a film.

"let him go," One of the officers said, as he tossed me to another officer. He then escorted me down the hell to meet up with a bunch more people who had passed the same test apparently after going through the torture. I asked one of them when we are leaving.

"You think we are getting out of here soon? Where are the vans?" I said desperately.

"Hah!" One of the DCs said, "You think we are leaving? They are going to keep us here and control us forever."

The white vans came back, and the officers filed us into the vans (those of us that were alive still), and drove us somewhere remote that we had no idea about. The question about where we were going was answered soon enough however, as we stepped out of the van we entered the property of a perfectly circular island, With a bunch of buildings in the center that were enormous. On the border of the circular island were millions of beds, and roofs over top of them like awnings. We were escorted into the middle of the island where the gigantic buildings were, and were sent to our hotel rooms in them. The men escorting us were unnaturally large, like the size of the hulk in the movie. These men were kind of weird looking.

I met my parents in my hotel room I was assigned to, and there were cameras and bugs everywhere in the hotel room. I talked with them about how this must be a concentration camp in North Korea or something, and that the hotel room we were assigned to was actually extremely nice.

Fast-forward: It is night time, and I am sleeping on one of the beds around the outer edge of the island. All of a sudden Tara, from True Blood, sits and lays down two beds beside me. She has blood all over, as well as patched up wounds on her arms and legs I could see. I ask a guy beside me about what happened to her, and he explained that the officers had Tara in "custody" all day, and that she was most likely beaten and raped for a long time. Poor girl, I thought to myself, as I examined her beautiful body that was littered with patched up wounds and blood. I continue to lay there for a while trying to play on my phone, but the phone keeps messing up, so I abandoned the idea.

All of a sudden I hear 2 officers coming into the area where the beds were, screaming in a language I did not understand. They went up to Tara, and yelled in her face for a long time, and Tara returned the favor and was screaming at them as well. Eventually the language turned into English, and the North Korean officers said to her "Now your really going to pay."

Tara starts screaming "NO! NOOO!" as she starts to weep again, and the officers reappear with a chair that resembled what looked like a chair to completely constrain someone so they could not move at all. Although she struggled, the officers subdued her in the chair and strapped her down. They gathered a bunch of tools that looked extremely evil in nature, such as large pliers, needles, tweezers, and a screwdriver. I couldn't bare to watch so I got up and put my back to it as I leaned against a ledge that was separating the walkway from the area of beds. The guy I talked to a little earlier had joined me on the ledge. As I over-heard Tara's shrieks of pain, I couldn't even think of what they were doing to her in that chair... it made me sick. It made me so sick I began crying in me dream. I had one hand on the ledge I was leaning against while the other covered my tears rolling down my face.

"If I could only shift into a wolf right now like I do in my dreams, these fuckers would really pay," I actually thought to myself, which is quite ironic. Little did I know I WAS dreaming (fail).

I then asked the buddy next to me what he thought about it. He then proceeded to tell me that they are most likely going to strip some of her fingernails and toenails off. This made me weep a little more as I continued to hear the sounds of Tara screaming in agony. After a while, the screaming ceased, and me and the buddy next to me saw the two officers covered in blood, carrying the chair towards the buildings in the middle of the island. Then they had disappeared. I knew Tara would need some consoling, so I ran up to her bed and sat next to her.

I opened up my arms offering to let her cry on my shoulder, and she took the offer generously. She came into my arms and pressed her eyes as hard as she could into my should and proceeded to cry excruciatingly loud. the tears and the loud crying made me ache, and I clutched her as hard as I could until the crying ceased a bit. She let go and laid next to me still half way in my arms. Then, all of a sudden she creeped her hands down my pants, and brought me in close to kiss her. It didn't feel right to go from such excruciating pain to being sexual, so I told her to relax. I definitely was not in that mood at the time.

"But I want it! Please!" she begged.

"Tara I can't, just relax," I said with concern, and continued to lay there.

Fast-forward: A person appears on the balcony of one of the tall buildings in the center that was close to the beds we were laying in. It was morning, and we all stood up to see what the hell was going on. A large lady was on the balcony with a microphone or a megaphone, one of them. She proceeded to tell us we must say everything that she says. Then, she started chanting words, and the crowd at the bed level would follow. I knew I had to do what they said now, especially after what I saw they did with Tara the night before. I joined in.

The thought of turning into a wolf like in my dreams creeped into my head once again, however, I did not think to do a reality check (another fail). One of the hulk looking men came up to me and started a conversation with me after the morning's chant session we had with the large lady on the balcony.

"What's wrong (my name)?"

"Oh nothing, just thinking about something." That something was ripping apart the place with my large wolf jaws.

"What is it?" He asked again.

"Honestly it's nothing. I am a little hungry actually, so that may be it." I lied.

That's when I woke up, and actually recalled quite a bit of the nap's dream. Was extremely vivid, and was quite disturbing as well. Not to mention I had plenty of opportunities to RC (such as the medicine bottles, and shifting thoughts), but still failed.

All still non-lucid.

So i woke up at 7:30 earlier and was able to recall one dream about an airport experience... I felt like there was something missing, another dream that perhaps I should have remembered. I went back to sleep for another 4 hours. Still non-lucid experience but something clicked, it was like my most recent dream (from 7:30-12) was a part 2. Like I had dreamed a part 1 before. I THINK that the part one was what i seemed to be missing from my first 5-6 hours of sleep. maybe coming before my airport experience. so now I want to try to put the two parts together. Part one still feels very jumbled but this is what I can remember:

part one- I remember being somewhere. felt like I was out of the country. Somewhere tropical. I think It was Ecuador. I was with a bunch of teachers. some of which I had met before and not liked in the slightest. We went to the top of an observation tower and saw a huge city. My grandmother was also there for some weird reason I remember saying "good thing she didn't come up to the top of the observatory tower, she hates heights" This is one of my only memories with the teachers and my grandmother. Somehow I feel like I went somewhere else, but still in Ecuador. I was deep in the rain forest with many of my classmates including a previous girlfriend. We were being chased by something i can't remember now. I was driving some sort of car... but through rivers... over the surface of rivers. somehow my foot got chopped off along the way. I didn't feel any pain and perhaps this would have been the best moment to do a DILD and realize what was going on. The next thing i remember was still with my classmates and we were at a bathing spring standing around. I thought it would be funny to pull down an old mans shorts. I did this and the next thing I know everyone is extremely mad at me and all of my classmates expect me to apologize.

Part two- While connected to some events that occurred in part one, part two had a different setting once again. I was in a huge mansion located in Mexico with my mom and brother (i don't ever remember him appearing but my mom did talk about what he was doing and it was still in Mexico), most of the same classmates as in the previous dream, and one of my old teachers?!?!? My mom and I were getting a flight out of the country that night (for some reason I don't think the other people were). It would take months to get home... which didn't make sense to me but I never questioned it. first scene I remember from this dream is when my teacher was giving us all some kind of speech or lecture. I sat through it with the rest of my friends and classmates until the end. Everyone left except for me and my old girlfriend. I believe that she was not involved in the previous sequences of events that took place in my earlier dream, part one. She told me that I needed to apologize to all the people who had been there with me. all the people I had hurt. I listened and accepted that it should be done, however i still can't remember what I had done (was it pulling down the old man's pants?!?!?). She wanted to go for a walk so that we could talk about it. We got ready to go for a walk and were about to leave when my mom interrupted us and started talking about our flight. This is my last memory of the dream.

So now I'm pretty confused and I have a lot of questions.... but somehow two dreams from different times are related? I also probably missed a couple good chances to go lucid.

I had a dream last night that I was posting to my dreamjournal on Dreamviews. I was taking the time to type out several dream fragments and their details, change the colour of the fonts and stuff, but unfortunately I cannot remember the details of the the dream fragments that I was typing out now, even though I knew what they were in the dream.

Okay, so I had one major goal last night, and that was finding my friend M. He complained that he has been having nightmares. I told him that he needed to focus on the Koi Pond in the bio-dome on the moon and that I would try to meet him there.


Finding M
I focused on the bio-dome. More importantly I focused on the Koi Pond. I was trying to find M. I could feel the dream fading. I focused it by rubbing my hands together. It helped. I walked over to the bench and sat down. I figured it might take M a while to get there as it was his first attempt at reaching the moon. It didn't even occur to me that I should go find him. I had confidence in his ability to get here.

I suddenly felt a presence standing over me. It was somewhat eerie and I stood and turned around. Standing there was M. I gave him a hug and told him we would see about his nightmare problem. He hugged me tightly saying it was good to see me again. I grab his hand and am getting ready to teleport us to his world when everything fades to black, and I don't mean the dream was lost. I mean there is a big black hole where the rest of it is supposed to be. It's not even a dream recall issue as I can usually recall small vibrations of the dream. Now, there is nothing. Not even a hint as to what happened. All I know is somewhere I lost him and my lucidity, but retained my goal. It is in the next segment.

Into the Old Life....
I am driving my dad's truck. We are in a parking lot. It is overly bright and I slide my sunglasses on. I am steering around other cars that are parked, and even being worked on. I narrowly avoid missing hitting someone that stepped right out in front of me. I cursed at the idiot that must have been trying to kill themselves. I finally make it home.

I then am riding my bike to school. It is high school and is like I have gone back in time. I don't think anything of this, but I just keep going on my way. There is construction all around town. I get to school, which is more of a warehouse. One of my teachers, Ms. S, is looking at soda. It is a big shipment. Several of us are joking around when someone hands out some fliers about going to Rwanda. I feel that there is something I need to be doing. I suddenly want to find my friend M. For some strange reason I feel he is in Rwanda. I volunteer to go. The flier updates itself and now reads that 25 people have signed up. I am getting my gear together when I hear my dad say... "Its time to get up."

I guess I will have to try and find him again tonight!

I am in a cluttered house in what feels like the 80's. I am smoking some grass out of a little bong. My dad is in the room, but we are separated by a large bookcase, and other furniture.

The smoke drifts over to him. Some of the furniture disappears as I ignore it, and focus on my father and the smoke. Damn! He gets up from the recliner he was in. He walks over to me. No time to hide the bong. Hopefully he won't see it.

He asks me a bunch of questions. I pretend to be half-asleep. Hopefully he'll go away.

I wake up.

7.15.10

Non-Lucid

3. I'm in an airport, getting ready to travel to New York. I'm with my mom and brother and we are fighting and bickering. I don't feel bad about the fighting. I feel like its a normal part of our dysfunctional family (not in the waking world). I have more family in the airport, waiting to board. My aunt, uncle, two of my cousins, and strangely... the grandparents that I am going to visit. The airport feels different, i don't remember why... but there were definitely some strange characteristics that aren't normal. This is my only dream that I can remember for the night. only got 5-6 hours of sleep.

People-
Rachel - My best friend since childhood
O - Ex-friend
Andrew - Long-lost friend
Jack - friend
Aime - bitch

I'm walking through my school grounds, talking to Rachel. O walks up to me and begins to talk. I give her an annoyed look, then carry on talking. O's friends are all away for the day, and she thinks she can use me. I ignore her as she talks louder until she is shouting.

The dream changes, I'm sitting on my bed, talking to Rachel. O is on my other side, but then I look again and suddenly she is Andrew. I haven't seen Andrew in over a year, so I hug him and talk.

Dream change - We're in Rachel's kitchen, but I think it's mine. She's made a mess, trying to make "grilled cheese". It isn't cheese though, there's rice all over the place. I get annoyed and my dream changes again.

I'm in school, rehearsing a play. But the stage i'm on is very high, and is actually a flight of steps that stretch across the room. I try to say my lines but the stair I'm on is so narrow that I'm scared of falling. I try to regain my balance and break the microphone. I get sent to a glass lift, It's completely see-through. Instead of traveling up and down though, It moves in circles to take you to the other side. I go back to the stage where I find a hollow stair, I step into it, sure that I will be able to say my lines now that I am safe. But the roof is suddenly close to my head and I can't stand up properly.
Aime is getting annoyed. She shouts at me to stand up properly but I shout back saying that it's not my fault if I'm tall. I get off the stage and watch the rest of the show. I get invited to go to the "Rose" (no idea) but I go through the back of the school instead of the front.
At the playing fields, the year below me are all in their pyjamas. All of the pyjamas are check print, which I wonder at. I go through the back door into the school.
Jack appears behind me and asks why I think it's so wierd. I tell him that I want them to wear spiderman pyjamas. He laughs and rubs his wet hair with a towel. I realise he's in nothing but swimming trunks and can't help but think what a nice six-pack he has ( ). He smiles, then goes to get changed.
My dream ends.

I didn't write it down last night because I was drifting in and out of sleep when this dream occured. I didn't realise I had been dreaming until I remembered it this morning. I've probably forgotten quite alot of it

I woke up in the dream, I thought my phone's battery was dead. Though I tried if it's still on, and saw I had quite a chat on with Abby. She wrote: "DIE!!!" and I was like: "Oh no... don't say that!" It was like my world ruined in a second and I didn't care about anything else than the idea that I have to die. Then I fell asleep in the dream and it was over.

Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations

This is all I can piece together from a rather uneventful dream. Maybe something exciting happened in the middle that I don't recall... heh.

It was the first day of term. I was back at secondary school, although I think I was in my final year. I walked through the front gates and looked around at all the people. School sucks, I thought. I was looking around for familiar faces but couldn't see anyone. The only people I recognised were P, G, and B. I never liked G and B much, but P was an all-right guy so I had a chat with him. Then I remember being in my old geography classroom briefly.

I was hanging out with some friends at J's house. I left my coat there, but didn't realise until I was getting on the bus home. I had a carrier bag with change in it, and I fumbled around to find money. When I got home I realised that J was going away on holiday the next morning so I got my dad to drive me back over to his house to pick up my coat. It was important since my wallet and keys were in the pockets.

Yeah... what an exciting dream... -_-'

15.07.2010

School Dreamin (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream is mostly in fragments, but I am starting to realize some of the stuff that happened.

I find myself in a classroom, which appears to be like my 5th grade homeroom... or maybe it was my 9th grade homeroom?

I recieved a two page packet in that class, and it was very difficult. Each page was front and back. The first page had random hand symbols with letters underneath each one. For example, the closed hand was nm... or was it mne. Anyway, I read the first page clearly, and I even thought to myself, is this a dream? I was so busy working on the packet, I didn't realize it was a dream!

Date: July 10, 2010
Non-Lucid
Duration: Long but fragmented :/

I was the main character of a game that remembers me about the Na'Vi (in the Avatar movie) and I had to collect coins and weapons to defeat enemies and such. The main objective was to collect ancient artifacts, which together would make a treasure appear.

It was long and fragmented because I dont remember every move I made, and because I have the notion that it was relatively long..

Date: July 9, 2010
False awakening
Duration: Very Short

My sister appeared in my room, just to show me that in our both PSP's there was the same game. I said that in one PSP the game was in a disc and that in another PSP the game was in the memory stick, then I woke up